Kill Joy Holly Jackson Novels & Stories

" Her words hit him hard, and Luke's defenses shattered. He slumped into his seat, drained of all strength. His lips quivered, his eyes brimming with sadness and helplessness. "You knew about all of that?" Holly gave a half-hearted grunt and checked the time. She was going to meet Yoel soon. She did not feel like wasting another minute on Luke. She grabbed her things and stood to leave. Then, as an afterthought, Holly dropped one last bombshell. "Oh, and just so you know, that night we got together wasn't because you were drunk. Cecilia roofied you.

“Glad you’re safe.” “Is Hunter still alive?” she joked, her voice light despite everything. “For now,” Jackson said, his tone darkening. “You forgive him. I didn’t.” "You know why I forgive him," Chloe said, her voice steady. "I’ve told you before." "Salem," Jackson replied, his tone cold. "But that doesn’t change a damn thing. He’s a killer. He played with your life." "The joke’s on him," Chloe shot back, a hint of bitterness in her words. "Now he’s paying for it."

I’d avenged everyone. I let her lifeless body fall to the ground. The room was deadly silent, except for my heavy breathing. FUCK. Fuck, fuck, fucking hell. I killed Holly! I just killed Alpha Johnson’s daughter. His favorite daughter! I had just made an enemy of the most feared man in the world. And not just me—Emerald Howl Pack was now in his crosshairs too! What now? When Alpha Johnson finds out about this, we’ll all dead meat.

They looked at one another, unable to come up with a good conclusion. "Thank you so much, Holly. Nah…she is not around at the moment. She went to visit someone but she will be back very soon. I do miss her a lot…really? I just got back from work too…I will come over when I am less busy, I promise. Sure…love you too, bro. Thanks and goodnight." Jackson finished having the call with his friend. He smiled happily and walked eagerly to his room. He glanced at the room opposite his which happened to have been Ophelia's room and he smiled.

She’s crying again, only this time it’s rivers of tears, she murmurs, “I’m sorry for everything you suffered Caleb, I’m sorry we weren’t better to you and your family. What can I do now?” “Oh Kate you’re already doing it. You’re here and you are part of my revenge on the high-ranking official who destroyed my family.” “Who was it?” she demands. “Alpha Jackson, Kate” … pausing at the look of horror on her face … “Alpha Jackson.”.

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

The mouth that was about to be pried open was rudely interrupted by the arrival of this meddling fool, and the fire in Kyle’s heart was now hot enough to incinerate the entire room. He pointed at Nick and ordered his men, “Take him out. Beat him to death.” Nick: “...!” Several burly men, clearly professionals, started walking toward him. Nick immediately turned to run. The men gave chase. Jessica was stunned. Who is this guy? She looked at Charlie. Jerry leaned in to explain, “That’s Miss Hale’s…” Considering they weren’t officially divorced and afraid of being the next to get a bullet from Mr. Jackson, he chose his words carefully:

"You need to do it fast, Riley. If he finds us, we are both dead." A minute later, I had managed to cut deeper into the robe and I was almost done when I paused and looked at him. Throughout the entire conversation, I'd forgotten to ask him one important thing, "Who is the killer, Aaron?" He stared at me like I'd asked him the stupidest question ever, "It is Jackson. I thought it was pretty obvious by now." My blood ran cold and I had my heart jump into my throat. "That's not true..." "Yes, it is," Aaron said.

Twice. Did they do something to Uncle John? Or the girl … was it Mel? I swear my heart stopped for real. “Jackson’s next.” The gun points at Lee’s temple again. His jaw twitches for a second. He narrows his eyes. “So what’s the plan, then? Torture his pet? Send a toe in the mail? Post a vague tweet and hope he breaks down emotionally?” Jackson has a pet? I am sick of being the clueless girl in the horror movie! Why don’t they tell me stuff? Am I that unimportant?

Pop! I jerk. “Ouch! Ouch! Stop!” Chloe yelps, jumping around, dropping her gun. Her overalls are covered with black paint. The shooting stops. “Take that bitch!” Jackson wails, looking like a regular villain, weapon still aimed at Chloe. Pop! Pop! Two more shots land on her chest. “Stop it!” she cries, tears in her eyes. But it wasn’t Jackson this time. “You deserved that for shooting Mel and my brother,” Luke jumps up and down and gives Jackson a high-five. “Bitch!” he says then. Jackson winks at him. Justice is served.